Page 83 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

I take a breath, ready to answer him, accepting his challenge, but those damn words refuse to budge. Of course, he’s now wearing a sharp grin with teeth showing.

“That’s what I thought,” he answers, lowering himself, the fire pouring off his body invading mine. “Tell me that you want me to stay.”

I laugh at his cockiness. “It isn’t enough that I didn’t ask you to leave?”

That smirk deepens, then he’s off the bed. Just as fast, he’s scooping me into his arms, and I crash against his chest with an “Oomph” spilling past my lips. He turns away from the bed and sets me on my feet. Without pause, he’s moving nearer, while I’m retreating until my heels kiss the wall. He plants a hand against the window frame next to me, caging me in.

His mouth lowers to my ear, the warmth of his breath dancing across my face. “If you want to play, then let’s do it properly,” he whispers. “Take your clothes off and show me how brave you are.”

My heart is going crazy in my chest again, because how can I resist a devastatingly handsome Alpha who’s my scent match? “You first.” I lift my chin, staring him in the eyes as he pulls back.

There’s no hesitation. He tugs at the tie around his middle, and the robe falls open. Of course, my gaze instantly dips to an enormous cock, erect and thick, and I’m suddenly gasping aloud for him to hear. He shoulders the robe off, and the fabric tumbles down to his feet, loving every damn second.

“Now you,” he states with a grin.

“So, let’s say I changed my mind and don’t do it?”

He reaches over to push strands of hair behind my ear. “Then I guess I’ll have to do it myself. You’re pretty fond of those tiny shorts and tank top, then?”

I narrow my gaze at him, knowing that he’ll do something wild like rip the clothes right off me, especially considering Grayson tore my thong off without hesitation the other night.

“I’m not intimidated by you,” I say, already pulling my tank top up and over my head, then tossing it aside.

He stares hungrily at my chest, his breath catching. “I wouldn’t think so.”

Then I drop my shorts and step out of them, leaving me completely bare, and I won’t lie, having this huge man studying me from head to toe has me blushing. “Are you happy now?” I grip my hips, sounding more breathless than brave.

“Oh, Lucy, you’re going to ruin me, you know that?” He’s closing in again. “You smell so sweet right now it’s fogging my head. If you asked me to leave at this moment, I might burn down these woods to get back to you.”

“Yeah, sure,” I start, but his lips are already on mine. And we’re kissing because I have no shame. His hand sweeps around to the back of my head, where he fists my hair, tilting my head back to give him easier access. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I welcome him, sucking on his offering.

A grunt reverberates through him, his other hand skating down to my lower back, then he pulls me flush against his body. All those muscles, his huge cock pinned between us, leaving me gasping for air. When his hand lowers to my ass, grinding me against his erection, I moan into his mouth, and my hands wrap around his shoulders.

I push myself up on my tiptoes for easier reach, hungry for him, clinging to this beast of a man.

In a heartbeat, he rips away from me, and with his hands on my shoulders, he spins me around to face the wall. “I will never get enough of you,” he whispers.

Hands braced against the wall, I’m trembling all over with carnal desire. Wolf’s hand is gliding down my back and between my thighs, nudging my legs wider. I oblige without an inch of shame. Desperate fingers press between my folds, and I moan, my cheek against the cool wall, hips rocking back, eager for more.

“Oh, songbird, you’re so wet and ready for me.” His mouth is on the curve of my neck, teeth gently biting into flesh. “I must warn you that I like it rough. Do you think you can handle me?”

I twist my head to meet his gaze and find him grinning. “Give me your best shot.”

He chuckles. “You really should be careful what you wish for, songbird.” Quickly, he grabs my hips and pulls them back toward him, then his cock is right there between my thighs. He pushes his tip into me, and I’m tightening all over, feeling his girth already.

“Pretty songbird, I’m going to fuck you so hard, so don’t be afraid to scream as much as you need.” Holding my hips, fingers digging into me, he presses deep inside me. It’s slow at first, giving me every single inch of him while I cry out.

“Fuck, Wolf!”

“Christ, you’re so tight.” Then he thrusts the rest of the way, and I’m shaking all over, seeing stars. I rest my forehead against the wall, sucking in each breath as he stays there for a moment, buried so deep that I feel him all the way to my stomach.

“Mine,” he growls in my ear, but I’m too busy trying to not pass out to answer.

Then he laughs, pulling out and thrusting into me, showing me exactly how damn powerful he is. Every slap leaves me shaken. He draws out fast and slams back into me, over and over.

He’s grunting behind me, and I’m moaning, our bodies colliding. He holds me exactly where he wants, fucking me, taking every part and making it his. I can’t get enough of the pressure from his heavy cock shoving into me, brushing against that perfect spot, feeling as though I might explode.

“Fuck!” He moves faster, and I’m convinced the friction between us is about to ignite a fire.